Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Goldie Glo
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Heron
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Gorgeous Black
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Adrian Marcel &
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Nacho Picasso & Flatbush Zombies & Danny Brown
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire &
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire & Goldie Glo &
[Verse 1]
Beer goggles, fear nada
My tears dry slow
Used to stay up 'til 1am
Just to watch the Apollo
Used to be scared to sleep
My mother might be dead when I woke
Reminiscin', heavy visions
Gave me chills while I wrote
Parasuco's, late night
Ironing my school clothes
Cut party, bumpin' NEXT
"Baby Getting' Too Close"
We was only humpin'
I was suckin' titties then
Then shit got serious
All my niggas hustlin'
I was broke as fuck
My best friend was gettin' money
2.5 had the Porsche
The GS, we was stuntin'
Played my little songs in his Range
We was frontin'
Young, totin' guns just for fun
Never bust 'em
Hypnotic and Hennessy
Enemies, we jumped them
Rumbling in the jungle
While we stumblin'
Wondering, what we done
To become hunted
Jumped in the Devil's cauldron
With the dumplings
From then, my only function been malfunction
(Rhythmic Gibberish)
[Sample]
[Verse 2]
My dick floatin' in the bubble bath
Plottin' out my future
Reflectin' on my past
Livin' the now, cause the now is perfect
You can't spoil now
The just then, she took off her towel
Gave me head like she worship me
Like we was married in a past life
Like she was readin' me my last rites
Gift and a curse, it's your worst
Usurped in inertia
Your persistent peril
To quench your thirst for nirvana
Condoms and sewer water, filled with regrets
I moved and put no furniture in my crib
Suffocated by my success
My destiny sweats
Skewing my vision, ?
Fuel my indecision
I ain't dissin', I'm just venting
Fuck that nigga
That whole shit was my fault
For deferring from my mission
Tell my niggas, never count my money
Tell these leechin' ass bitches
Stay the fuck from me
Tell my OGs I love them
Never doubt my judgement
I got some things in my head
That I can't discuss with them
And that's hard
Bombarded by bombs
They can blow your ass apart
My moms got cancer, told me when I got off tour
And it put in perspective what was most important
With 'em chasin'
The fuckin' ? that I'm caught in
Deals with Satan
The same shit I was avoiding
Became the same shit I turned around and deemed important
I need my soul
Badly eatin' at my sanity
My inner sanctum's being sacrificed for vanity
See, I'm forgettin' who I am
Or who I planned to be
And all my niggas ain't no help
They just as scared as me
Remember 'fore ?, swore we'd never change, y'all
Now we all afraid to talk
But got the same thoughts
Perplexin' how you can have everything you want
But at the same time have nothin' at all
I don't need nobody's approval
The Cauldron was produced by Key Nyata.